I revere the memory of POPE, I respect and honour his abilities; but I do not think him at the head of his profeffion, In other words, in that fpecies of poetry wherein POPE excelled, he is fuperior to all mankind: and I only fay, that this fpecies of poetry is not the most excellent one of the art.

We do not, it fhould feem fufficiently attend to the difference there is, betwixt a MAN OF WIT, a MAN OF SENSE, and a TRUE POET. Donne and Swift, were undoubtedly men of wit, and men of fense: but what traces have they left of PURE POETRY? It is remarkable, that Dryden fays of Donne; He was the greatest wit, tho' not the greateft poet of this nation. Fontenelle and La Motte are entitled to the former character; but what can they urge to gain

the

the latter? Which of these characters is the most valuable and useful, is entirely out of the question: all I plead for, is, to have their several provinces kept diftinct from each other; and to impress on the reader, that a clear head, and acute understanding are not fufficient, alone, to make a POET; that the most folid obfervations on human life, expreffed with the utmost elegance and brevity, are MORALITY, and not POETRY; that the EPISTLES of Boileau in RHYME, are no more poetical, than the CHARACTERS of La Bruyere in PROSE; and that it is a creative and glowing IMAGINATION, acer fpiritus ac vis," and that alone, that can stamp a writer with this exalted and very uncommon character, which fo few poffefs, and of which fo few can properly judge.

FOR

FOR One person who can adequately relish, and enjoy, a work of imagination, twenty are to be found who can taste and judge of, observations on familiar life, and the manners of the age. The fatires of Ariofto, are more read than the Orlando Furiofo, or even Dante. Are there so many cordial admirers of Spenser and Milton, as of Hudibras ?--If we ftrike out of the number of these fuppofed admirers, those who appear fuch out of fashion, and not of feeling, Swift's rhapsody on poetry is far more popular, than Akenfide's noble ode to Lord Huntingdon. The EPISTLES on the Characters of men and women, and your sprightly fatires, my good friend, are more frequently perufed, and quoted, than L'Allegro and Il Penferofo of Milton. Had you written only these fatires,

you

you would indeed have gained the title of a man of wit, and a man of sense;

but, I am confident, would not infist on being denominated a POET, MERELY ON their account.

NON SATIS EST PURIS VERSUM PERSCRIBERE VERBIS.

It is amazing this matter fhould ever have been mistaken, when Horace has taken particular and repeated pains, to settle and adjust the opinion in question. He has more than once disclaimed all right and title to the name of POET, on the score of his ethic and fatiric pieces.

-NEQUE ENIM CONCLUDERE VERSUM
DIXERIS ESSE SATIS-

are lines, often repeated, but whofe meaning is not extended and weighed as it ought to be. Nothing can be more judicious than the method he prescribes,

of

of trying whether any compofition be effentially poetical or not; which is, to drop entirely the measures and numbers, and tranfpofe and invert the order of the words and in this unadorned manner

:

to peruse the paffage. If there be really in it a true poetical spirit, all your inverfions and tranfpofitions will not difguife and extinguish it; but it will retain its luftre, like a diamond, unset, and thrown back into the rubbish of the mine. Let us make a little experiment on the following well-known lines; "Yes, you "defpife the man that is confined to books, "who rails at human kind from his fiudy; "tho' what he learns, he speaks; and

may perhaps advance fome general “maxims, or may be right by chance. "The coxcomb bird, fo grave and fo talk"ative, that cries whore, knave, and " cuckold,